In the grand scheme of things the navigator had been having an alright time at the Hotel for a while. She was on her guard for the next bad thing to happen. She sighed as she got off the elevator, raising a hand to her hair, tied back off her face in a neat ponytail and she had been coerced into actually wearing make up, the girl wasn't quite sure
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"I'd love to keep you company Ensign Lolita. After you." Lyon followed close behind Pasha as she headed back to the bar. Her dress looked just as sexy from the back as it did from the front, making him think that it might be fun to see it even more intimately from that angle. With lascivious thoughts running rampant in his mind, Lyon took the chair next to Pasha's at the bar ( ... )
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Tossing the money on the bar, Lyon slipped off his stool and helped Pasha down from hers. Her small hand clasped firmly to his own, he quickly lead her out into the hall and towards his room. A few short minutes they were they and Lyon was hustling them inside. Closing and locking the door behind him, the young Immortal pushed Pasha up against the wall and began to kiss her hungrily, his hands roaming over her body in a startlingly intimate manner.
[OOC: I hope you don't mind that I fast-forwarded a bit. It seemed like there really wasn't anything left to do at the bar. ^_^;]
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"Oh fuck that..." She muttered quietly, pressing against Lyon more tightly and yanking him closer, there was obviously something very wrong with her. She just hoped it could be cured by the conventional methods of the hotel.
[OOC: Of course I don't mind :) ]
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'See' Pasha silently snapped back at the voice of her conscience (Or at least that was what she hoped and assumed was scolding her for her behaviour) that sounded horribly like her mother. 'Lyon does not seem to mind at all. Quite the opposite.' She did as she was told though, kicking off her shoes and standing up for a moment to pull her panties off from beneath her dress and in a moment of childish mischievousness ( ... )
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"That was very naughty of you Pasha. Now I'll have to punish you, starting with confiscating your panties. As for the rest, well..." Lyon pulled out the rope he'd finally manged to locate and held it up for her inspection. "Let's just say you won't be going anywhere for a while." His grin still firmly in place, Lyon moved over to the bed and began winding the rope around Pasha's wrists.
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Her natural curiosity meant that her eyes kept flickering up to what Lyon was doing with her wrists, trying to remember all of the names of the knots, it was better then the little monologue her conscience (Because that is what it had to be after all) had started up at her, criticizing everything that was happening right now. It just made her more determined to act against it. The Chekov stubbornness ran thickly in Pasha's blood as she wasn't about to give in like some wimpy girl.
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"The question is just what kind of punishment to give you," Lyon said with mock seriousness as he rubbed his palm slowly against Pasha's folds. "Something involving you being unable to move while I fuck you over and over again sounds pretty good. Let's start with that and see where it leads." He gave Pasha's sex a firm squeeze before releasing it, his fingers trailing teasingly down her inner thigh as he left the bed to retrieve more rope. He returned a moment latter and tied her ankles to the bed posts, forcibly spreading her legs as wide as possible and making sure that ( ... )
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Pasha gave a whimpering moan, the earlier teasing had her worked up and wound up tightly, she couldn't help the sound from escaping her lips. Her hands curled tightly around the rope holding her wrists. This however, was not a good time for her mind to start yammering away at her once again. Oh hell. This was bad. She wanted to tell Lyon that she was...in love with him ( ... )
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Even the slightly ripping sound shouldn't have aroused her, but it undoubtedly did. "Bozhe." She managed to grind out in a little groan. It was all getting too much and she could already feel the low curl of heat building. "Harder, pozhaluista!" She gasped out, face heavily flushed with colour as she writhed and squirmed beneath him.
[OOC: No prob, I know how RL can be :) ]
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